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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 7
The
first
supper—another
would
follow
after
midnight—was
being
served,
and
Jordan
invited
me
to
join
her
group,
gathered
around
a
table
on
the
other
side
of
the
garden.
There
were
three
married
couples
and
Jordan’s
escort,
a
persistent
college
student
prone
to
bold
hints,
clearly
believing
that
Jordan
would
eventually
give
in
to
him.
Instead
of
being
wild,
this
group
maintained
a
dignified
unity,
acting
as
representatives
of
the
countryside’s
nobility—East
Egg
looking
down
on
West
Egg
while
cautiously
avoiding
its
colorful
gaiety.
“Let’s
leave,”
whispered
Jordan
after
a
wasteful
and
awkward
half-hour.
“This
is
too
polite
for
me.”
We
got
up,
and
she
explained
we
were
going
to
find
the
host.
I
hadn’t
met
him,
and
it
made
me
uneasy.
The
college
student
nodded
cynically,
with
a
touch
of
sadness.
The
bar,
where
we
first
looked,
was
packed,
but
Gatsby
wasn’t
there.
She
couldn’t
spot
him
from
the
top
of
the
steps,
and
he
wasn’t
on
the
veranda.
On
a
whim,
we
tried
an
important-looking
door
and
walked
into
a
high
Gothic
library,
paneled
with
carved
English
oak,
likely
brought
over
from
some
ruin
overseas.
A
stout,
middle-aged
man
with
enormous
owl-eyed
glasses
sat
somewhat
drunk
on
the
edge
of
a
large
table,
staring
with
unsteady
focus
at
the
bookshelves.
As
we
entered,
he
turned
excitedly
and
examined
Jordan
from
head
to
toe.
“What
do
you
think?”
he
asked
eagerly.
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